Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Are you gonna come for me?”
“Fuck, yes, but I want you to do it too,” she says between short, damp breaths.
I shake my head. “You first.”
Her cheeks grow redder with every passing second as the steam envelops her beautiful body, her fingers rolling around like crazy, and I have to physically restrain myself from coming all over her right this very second.
But I need her to learn a lesson first.
A hard one.
I lean in and whisper into her ear, “Good girl.”
A soft moan escapes her lips, and she gyrates against her own hand. I can see the ecstasy rippling through her entire body while she succumbs to the inevitable orgasm. It’s fast and overbearing, claiming her entire body as she begins to convulse. She places a hand on my shoulder to steady herself while out of breath.
A filthy grin forms on my face as I stop thrusting into my hand. “Thank you, Tesoro. That was just what I needed.”
She’s not the only one who knows a thing about weakness.
“Your turn,” she says between puffing.
I simply stroll out of the shower with a full-blown hard-on and grab a towel to dry off while she keeps her eyes glued to my chiseled body, her brows raised as if I’ve lost my mind completely.
Maybe I have.
But I won this round.
STELLA
I cannot believe he just left me here all by myself in his goddamn shower.
Is he out of his mind?
Frowning, I wash off the remaining soap, then turn off the shower and wrap myself in a towel.
I thought he wanted this. He was thrusting his massive dick into his palm, and he was practically foaming at the mouth from the mere sight of my body. Not to mention the fact that I was playing with myself right in front of him.
I came, for God’s sake. And he just walks off? Like it means nothing?
“Hello? Matteo?” I call out, but of course he won’t reply.
I just had a goddamn orgasm, and he stormed off with a literal raging boner. I’m sure he was just as close to coming as I was. I saw his hard-on bouncing up and down from the sheer pleasure. I know for a fact he was enjoying it.
Why would he just walk away from that? It doesn’t make any sense.
I waltz into his bedroom, ready to give him an earful. “What the fuck was that?”
But the second he walks out of his closet in merely a pair of sweatpants, dick bouncing freely between his legs behind the fabric, I lose all sense of reality.
Good God, that thing is huge and veiny.
“Come again?” he muses.
His words immediately remind me of just how easily that orgasm washed over me the second he said good girl.
Damn him. He knows.
I frown and plant my hands against my waist. “You can’t just walk out on me.”
He smiles gleefully. “And who’s stopping me? You?” He snorts. “I’d love to see you try, Tesoro.”
He turns to the mirror to gloat at himself while combing through his hair.
I grab the towel he left on the floor and chuck it right at him. “Ugh, you drive me crazy!”
He dodges the towel with a devilish smile. “Likewise.”
Asshole.
“So what, you’re just gonna leave me in the shower?”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Why?”
He turns around and grabs some cologne off a shelf to spritz on his neck. “Because I was done.”
“No, you’re not.” I point at his obviously visible bulge. “Look.”
“You enjoy looking at my cock, don’t you?” he quips.
And now the blush truly begins to stain my cheeks red. “I do not.”
“Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that, and you might start to believe it.”
He winks. He actually fucking winks. And it would definitely make me swoon if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m ticked off.
I fold my arms. “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Though I suppose I can ask you the same thing, considering you were the one who followed me into the shower in the first place.”
“I am just trying to—”
“What, Stella? You’re trying to what? Seduce me? Toy with my mind? My heart?”
I swallow away the lump in my throat.
Fuck. He caught me red-handed.
“I’m not—”
“Don’t try to deny it. I’m not foolish,” he interjects, placing the spray back down before walking closer to me. “And I thought you knew better than to play around with a mobster.”
“Fine,” I say, folding my arms. “But don’t pretend you’re not just as bad as I am.”
He snorts, then walks to his closet and picks out some clothes: a fitted black tee and some comfy shoes. Not at all as I imagined him walking around as a bossy Mafia lord. If I didn’t know any better and saw him walking on the street right now, I’d imagine he’d just be an employee at some fancy law firm getting some groceries or walking his dog. He blends in nicely, but he won’t fool me.